The Prologue to Canterbury Tales

When the sweet showers of April fall and shoot

Down through the drought of March to pierce the root,
Bathing every vein in liquid power
From which there springs the engendering of the flower,
When also Zephyrus with his sweet breath
Exhales an air in every grove and heath
Upon the tender shoots, and the young sun
His half-course in the sign of the Ram has run,
And the small fowl are making melody
That sleep away the night with open eye
(So nature pricks them and their heart engages)
Then people long to go on pilgrimages
And palmers long to seek the stranger strands
Of far-off saints, hallowed in sundry lands,
And specially, from every shire s end
In England, down to Canterbury they wend
To seek the holy blissful martyr, quick
In giving help to them when they were sick.
It happened in that season that one day
In Southwark, at the Tabard, as I lay
Ready to go on pilgrimage and start
For Canterbury, most devout at heart,
At night there came into that hostelry
Some nine and twenty in a company
Of sundry folk happening then to fall
In fellowship, and they were pilgrims all
That towards Canterbury meant to ride.
The rooms and stables of the inn were wide;
They made us easy, all was of the best.
And shortly, when the sun had gone to rest,
By speaking to them all upon the trip
I was admitted to their fellowship
And promised to rise early and take the way
To Canterbury, as you heard me say.
But none the less, while I have time and space,
Before my story takes a further pace,
It seems a reasonable thing to say
What their condition was, the full array
Of each of them, as it appeared to me,
According to profession and degree,
And what apparel they were riding in;
And at a Knight I therefore will begin.
There was a Knight, a most distinguished man,
Who from the day on which he first began
To ride abroad had followed chivalry,
Truth, honour, generous thought and courtesy.
He had done nobly in his sovereign s war
And ridden into battle, no man more,
As well in Christian as in heathen places
And ever honoured for his noble graces.
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And though so much distinguished, he was wise
And in his bearing modest as a maid.
He never yet a boorish thing had said
In all his life to any, come what might;
He was a perfect true gentle-Knight
Speaking of his appearance, he possessed
Fine horses, but he was not gaily dressed.

He wore a fustian tunic stained and dark

With smudges where his armour had left mark;
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He had his son with him, a fine young Squire,
A lover and cadet, a lad of fire
With curly locks, as if they had been pressed.
He was some twenty years of age, I guessed.
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He was embroidered like a meadow bright
And full of freshest flowers, red and white.
Singing he was, or fluting all the day;
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Short was his gown, the sleeves were long and wide;
He knew the way to sit a horse and ride.
He loved so hotly that till dawn grew pale
He slept as little as a nightingale.
Courteous he was, lowly and serviceable,
And carved to serve his father at the table.
There was a Yeoman with him at his side,
No other servant; so he chose to ride.
This Yeoman wore a coat and hood of green,
And peacock-feathered arrows, bright and keen
And neatly sheathed, hung at his belt the while,
For he could dress his gear in yeoman style.
His arrows never drooped their feathers low
And in his hand he bore a mighty bow.
His head was like a nut, his face was brown.
He knew the whole of woodcraft up and down.
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There also was a Nun, a Prioress;
Simple her way of smiling was and coy.
Her greatest oath was only By St Loy!
And she was known as Madam Eglantyne.
And well she sang a service, with a fine
Intoning through her nose, as was most seemly,
And she spoke daintily in French, extremely,
After the school of Stratford-at-Bowe;
French in the Paris style she did not know.
At meat her manners were well taught withal;
No morsel from her lips did she let fall,
Nor dipped her fingers in the sauce too deep;
But she could carry a morsel up and keep
The smallest drop from falling on her breast.
For courtliness she had a special zest.
And she would wipe her upper lip so clean
That not a trace of grease was to be seen
Upon the cup when she had drunk; to eat,
She reached a hand sedately for the meat
She certainly was very entertaining,
Pleasant and friendly in her ways, and straining
To counterfeit a courtly kind of grace,
A stately bearing fitting to her place,
And to seem dignified in all her dealings.
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And she had little dogs she would be feeding
With roasted flesh, or milk, or fine white bread.
Sorely she wept if one of them were dead
Or someone took a stick and made it smart;
She was all sentiment and tender heart.
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There was a Monk, a leader of the fashions;

Inspecting farms and hunting were his passions,
Fit to be Abbot, a manly man and able.
Many the dainty horses in his stable;
His bridle, when he rode, a man might hear
Jingling in a whistling wind as clear,
Aye, and as loud as does the chapel bell
Where my lord Monk was Prior of the cell.
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He did not rate that text at a plucked hen
Which says that hunters are not holy men
And that a monk uncloistered is a mere
Fish out of water, flapping on the pier
That is to say a monk out of his cloister.
That was a text he held not worth an oyster;
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What! Study until reason last dominion
Poring on books in cloisters? Must he toil
As Austin bade and till the very soil?
Was he to leave the world upon the shelf?
Let Austin have his labour to himself.
This Monk was therefore a good man to horse;
Greyhounds he had, as swift as birds, to course
Hunting a hare or riding at a fence
Was all his fun, he spared for no expense.
I saw his sleeves were garnished at the hand
With fine grey fur, the finest in the land,
And where his hood was fastened at his chin
He had a wrought-gold cunningly fashioned pin
Into a lover s knot it seemed to pass.
His head was bald and shone as any glass,
So did face, as if it had been greased.
He was a fat and personable priest;
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He was a prelate fit for exhibition,
He was not pale like a tormented soul
He liked a fat swan best, and roasted whole.
His palfrey was as brown as is a berry.
There was a Friar, a wanton one and merry
A Limiter, a very festive fellow.
In all Four Orders there was none so mellow
As he in flattery and dalliant speech.
He d fixed up many a marriage, giving each
Of his young women what he could afford her.
He was a noble pillar to his Order.
Highly beloved and intimate was he
With County folk wherever he might be,
And Worthy city women with possessions;
For he was qualified to hear confessions,
Or so he said, with more than priestly scope;
He had a special license from the Pope.
Sweetly he heard his penitents at shrift
With pleasant absolution, for a gift.
He was an easy man in penance-giving
Where he could hope to make a decent living.
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Therefore instead of weeping and of prayer
One should give silver for a poor Friar s care.
He kept his tippet stuffed with pins for curls,
And pocket-knives, to give to pretty girls.

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He knew the taverns well in every town
And every innkeeper and barmaid too
Better than lepers, beggars and that crew,
For in so eminent a man as he
It was not fitting with the dignity
Of his position dealing with such scum.
It isn t decent, nothing good can come
Of having truck with slum-and-gutter dwellers
But only with the rich and victual-sellers.
But anywhere a profit might accrue
Courteous he was and lowly of service too.
Natural gifts like his were hard to match
He was the finest beggar of his batch
And, for his begging-district, paid a rent;
His brethren did no poaching where he went
For though a widow mightn t have a shoe,
So pleasant was his holy how-d ye-do
He got his farthing from her just the same
Before he left, and so his income came
To more than he laid out
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This worth s name was Hubert, it appeared.
There was a Merchant with a forking beard
And motley dress,
He told of his opinions the pursuits
In solemn tones, and how he never lost.
The sea should be kept free at any cost
(He thought) upon the Harwich-Holland ranges.
He was expert at dabbling in exchanges.
This estimable merchant so had set
His wits to work, none knew he was in debt,
He was so stately in negotiation,
Loan, bargain and commercial obligation.
He was an excellent fellow all the same;
To tell the truth I do not know his name.
There was an Oxford cleric too, a student
Long given to Logic, longer than was prudent;
The horse he had was leaner than a rake,
And he was not too fat, I undertake,
But had a hollow look, a sober stare;
The thread upon his overcoat was bare.
He had found no Preferment in the church
And he was too unworldly to make search
He thought far more of having by his bed
His twenty books all bound in black and red,
Of Aristotle and philosophy,
Than of gay music, fiddles or finery.
Though a philosopher as I have told,
He had not found the stone for making gold.
Whatever money from his friends he took
He spent on learning or another book
And prayed for them most earnestly returning
Thanks to them thus for paying for his learning.
His only care was study, and indeed
He never spoke a word more than was need,
Formal at that, respectful in the extreme,
Short, to the point, and lofty in his theme.
The thought of moral virtue filled his speech.
And he would gladly learn, and gladly teach.
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A Haberdasher, A Dyer, A Carpenter,

A Weaver and a Carpet-maker were
Among our ranks, all in the livery
Of one impressive guild-fraternity.
They were so trim and fresh their gear would pass
For new. Their knives were tricked out with brass
But wrought with purest silver, which avouches
A like display on girdles and on pouches.
Each seemed a worthy burgess, fit to grace
A guild-hall with a seat upon the dais.
Their wisdom would have justified a plan
To make each one of them an alderman;
They had the capital and revenue,
Besides their wives declared it was their due.
And if did not think so, then they ought;
To be called Madam is a glorious thought,
And so is going to church and being seen
Having your mantle carried like a queen.
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A Doctor too emerged as we proceeded;
No one alive could talk as well as he did
On points of medicine and of surgery,
For, being grounded in astronomy,
He watched his patients favourable star
And, by his Natural Magic, knew what are
The lucky hours and planetary degrees
For making charms and magic effigies.
The cause of every malady you d got
He knew, and whether dry, cold, moist or hot
He knew their seat, their humour and condition.
He was a perfect practicing physician.
These causes being known for what they were,
He gave the man his medicine then and there.
All his apothecaries in a tribe
Were ready with the drugs he would prescribe.
And each made money from the other s guile;
They had been friendly for a goodish while.
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In his own diet he observed some measure;
There were no superfluities some pleasure,
Only digestives, nutritives and such.
He did not read the Bible very much.
In blood-red garments, slashed with bluish-grey
And lined with taffeta, he rode his way;
Yet he was rather close as to expenses
And kept the gold he won in pestilences.
Gold stimulates the heart, or so we re told.
He therefore has a special love of gold.
A worthy woman from beside Bath city
Was with us, somewhat deaf, which was a pity.
In making cloth she showed so great a bent
She bettered those of Ypres and of Ghent.
In all the parish not a dame dared stir
And if indeed they did, so wrath was she
As to be quite put out of charity.
Her kerchiefs were of finely woven ground;
I dared have sworn they weighed a good ten pound
The ones who wore on Sunday, on her head.
Her hose were of the finest scarlet red
And gartered tight; her shoes were soft and new.

Bold was her face, handsome, and red in hue.

A worthy woman all her life, what s more
She d have five husbands, all at the church door,
Apart from other company in youth;
No need just now to speak of that, forsooth
And she had thrice been to Jerusalem,
Seen many strange rivers and passed over them;
She d been to Rome and also to Boulogne,
St. James of Compostella and Cologne,
And she was skilled in wandering by the way.
She had gap-teeth, set widely, truth to say.
Easily on an ambling horse she sat
Well wimpled up and on her head a hat
As broad as is a buckler or a shield;
She had a flowing mantle that concealed
Large hips, her heels spurred sharply under that.
In company she liked to laugh and chat
And knew the remedies for love s mischances,
An art in which she knew the oldest dances.
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The Miller was a chap of sixteen stone
A great about fellow big in brawn and bone.
He did well out of them, for he could go
And win the ram at any wrestling show.
Broad, knotty and short-shouldered he would boast
He could heave any door off hinge and post,
Or take a run and break it with his head.
His beard, like sow or fox, was red
And broad as well, as though it were a spade;
And, as its very tip, his nose displayed
A wart on which there stood a tuft of hair
Red as the bristles in an old sow s ear.
His nostrils were as black as they were wide.
He had a sword and buckler at his side,
His mighty mouth was like a furnace door.
A wrangler and buffoon, he had a store
Of tavern stories, filthy in the main.
He was a master-hand at stealing grain.
He felt it with his thumb and thus he knew
Its quality and took three times his due
A thumb of gold, by God, to gauge an oat!
He wore a hood of blue and a white coat.
He liked to play his bagpipes up and down
And that was how he brought us out of town.
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He and a gentle Pardoner rode together,
A bird from Charing Cross of the same feather,
Just back from visiting the Court of Rome.
He loudly sang Come hither love, come home!
The summoner sang deep ascends to this song.
No trumpet ever sounded half to this song.
This Pardoner had hair as yellow as wax
Hanging down smoothly like a hank of flax.
In driblets fell his locks behind his head
Down to his shoulders which they overspread;
Thinly they fell, like rat-tails, one by one,
He wore no hood upon his head, for fun;
The hood inside his wallet had been stowed.
He aimed at riding in the latest mode;
But for a little cap his head was bare

And he had bulging eye-balls, like a hare.

He d sowed a holy relic on his cap;
His wallet lay before him on his lap,
Brimful of pardons come from home all hot.
He had the same small voice a goat has got.
His chin no beard has harboured, nor would harbour,
Smoother than ever chin was left by barber.
I judge he was a galding, or a mare.
As to his tradem from Berwick down to Ware
There was no pardoner of equal grace
For in his trunk he had a pillow-case
Which he asserted was our Lady s veil.
He said he had a gobbet of the sail
Saint Peter had the time when he made bold
To walk the waves, till Jesus Christ took bold.
He had a cross of metal set with stone
And, in a glass, a rubble of pigs bones.
And with these relics, any time he found
Some poor up-country person to astound
On one short day, in money down, he drew
More than the parson in a month or two,
And by his flatteries and prevarication
Made monkeys of the priest and congregation.
But still to do him justice first and last
In church he was a noble ecclesiast.
How well he read a lesson or told a story!
But best of all he sang an offertory,
For well he knew that when that song was sung,
He d have to preach and tune his honey-tongue
And (well he could) win silver from the crowd.
That s why he sang so merrily and loud
Now I have told you shortly, in a clause
The rank, the array, the number and the cause
Of our assembly in this company
In Southwark, at that light-class hostelry
Known as The Tabard, close beside The Bell.
And now the time has come for me to tell
How we behaved that evening; I ll begin
After we had alighted at the Inn.
Then I ll report our journey, stage by stage,
All the remainder of our pilgrimage.
But first I beg of you, in courtesy.
Not to condemn me as unmannerly
If I speak plainly and with no concealings
And give account of all their words and dealings,
Using their very phrases as they fell.
For certainly, as you all know so well,
He who repeats a tale after a man
Is bound to say, as nearly as he can,
Each single word, if he remembers it,
However rudely spoken or unfit,
Or else the tale he tells will be untrue
The things invented and the phrases new
He may not flinch although it were his brother,
If he says one word he must say the other.
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Our Host gave us great welcome; everyone
Was given a place and supper was begun,
He served the finest victuals you could think,
The wine was strong and we were glad to drink.

A very striking man our Host withal

And fit to be a marshal in a hall.
His eyes were bright, his girth a little wide.
There is no finer burgess in Cheapside
Bold in his speech, yet wise and full of tact,
There was no manly attribute he lacked,
What s more he was a merry-hearted man.
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Excerpts in Middle English
Ther was also a none, a Prioresse
That of hir smylyng was ful simple and coy;
His gretteste oath was but by seinte Loy;
And she was cleped madame Eglentyne.
Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,
Entuned in hi nose ful seemly.
And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fet
After the scole of Stratford ate Bowe,
For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.
At mete wel y-taught was she with-alle;
She leet no morsel from her lippes falle,
Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe;
Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe,
That no drope ne fille upon hire breast.
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A Clerk ther was af Oxenford also,
That unto logyk hadde longe y-go.
As leen was hors as is a rake;
And he ws not right fat I undertake,
But looked holwe, and therto sobrely.
Ful thredbare was his overeste courtesy;
For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice,
He was so wordly for to have office.
For hym was levere have at his bedded heed
Twenty bookes, clad in bak or reed
Of Aristotel and his philosophie
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gau santrie.
But al be that be was a philosopher,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;
But al that he mighte of his freendes hente,
On books and his lernynge he it spente,
Ad bisily gan for the soules preye
Of hem that yof hym wherewith to scoleye;
Of stuie took he moost cure and moost heede
Noght a word spak he moore than was neede,
And that was seyd in forme and reverence,
And short, and quyk, and ful of hy sentence;
Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche,
And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
Now have I toold you smoothly, in a clause,
Th estaat, th array, the nombre, and eek the cause
Why that assembled was this compaignye
In Southwerk at this gentil hostelrye
That highte the Tabard, faste by the Belle.
Four simple tips on how to turn Chaucer s English into reasonable Modern English (
see Rob Pope, p. 3):
1.
Go for the general sense first.
2.
When words look familiar but are oddly spelt, keep the consonants, tinke

r with the vowels and drop the final e .

3.
When the word order feels odd, simply invert it and look for the subject
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Glossary
Zephyrus (in Greek mythology)

name of the west wind

The sigh of the Ram

arch
small fowl

zodiacal sigh that corresponds to the month of m

birds

palmer
pilgrim who returns from the holy land with palm
branch or palm leaf, itinerant monk
shire

county

Canterbury
town in the Soth East of England (Kent) with old
gothic cathedral erected in the 12-th century
wend (archaic)

go

Southwark
country of Surrey

District on the South side of the Thames in the

The Tabard
the knight s garment worn over armour; herald s coat
. The Tabard was the sign of the inn where the pilgrims met
hostelry

inn

array (poetical)

dress, outfit

apparel (archaic)

dress, clothing

fustian

thick cotton cloth dyed dark

cadet

young son

lowly

humble, modest

yeoman

independent farmer

gear

equipment

woodcraft

knowledge of forest conditions useful in hunting

prioress

superior of an abbey of nuns

St. Loy

St. Louis

seemly

becoming

Strattford-at-Bowe
London

A provincial town in Essex, three miles East and

withal (archaic)

moreover

courtliness

refined manners

sedately

calmly

abbot

head of abbey of minks

aya

always

uncloistered

out of monastery

Austin
England to Christianity

St. Augustin, the apostle sent in 596 to convert

lover s knot

king of double knot

prelate

high ecclesiastical dignitary

palfrey

a horse for riding

limiter

friar licensed to beg within certain limits

Four Orders

monastic orders

at shrift (archaic)

while confessing the sins

absolution

forgiveness for sins

penance

act of giving absolution for the sins confessed

tippet

muffler

scum

the worst part of society

might accrue

might be derived (obtained)

lowly

humble, modest

Harwick, Harwich
e Netherlands

a harbour in the East of England, passage for th

ranges

direction

exchanges

exchange of goods

preferement
atters

promotion to an office or position unimportant m

at that moreover,

into the bargain

haberdasher

dealer in small wares (of clothes)

livery

distinctive clothes worn by members of guild

guild

medieval corporation of craftsmen

gear

equipment, clothing

avouches

guarantees

pouch

small bag inside pocket

burgess

citizen

alderman

councilor in cities, next in dignity to mayor

revenue

income

magic effigies

image of a person to be hanged or burnt

humour
(unscientific) one of the four fluids of man s bod
y determining his physical and mental qualities
apothecary

chemist

goodish while

long time

Ypres
industry

town in Belgium (Flanders) known for its textile

ground

surface worked upon in embroidery

pound

0,453 kg

hose

stockings

forsooth

in truth, truly (ironical)

Boulogne

harbour in Northern France

Cologne

Koln a town in Germany, near Bonn

St. James of Compostella

a church in Spain

ambling horse
ether, Romanian in buiestru

horse moving by lifting two feet on one side tog

wimpled up
(covering of linen) worn by nuns, formerly also
by women about head, cheeks and chin
mantle loose,

sleevless cloak

(16) stone

weight of 14 pounds or 6,350 kg

brawn

muscle

heave

lift

(heavy things)

gauge

measure exactly

bagpipes

wind instrument with bag as receptacle for air

pardoner
s

man licensed to sell papal pardons or indulgence

Charing Cross

Street in the West End of London

The Court of Rome

The Vatican (the official residence of the pope)

hang of flax

coil of flaxyarn

driblets

small quantity

mode

fashion

gelding

castrate

Berwick Berwick-on-Tweed,

a seaport town at the mouth of the Tweed

ware

warenham, a town in dorsetshire

gobbet (archaic)

piece

rubble

waste fragments

up-country

towards the interior, inland

preverication

evasive speech

made monkeys of shoed contempt of, played tricks with

Offertory

part of Mass at which offerings are made

girth

leather or cloth band tightened round body

marshal (here)
ns

officer of royal household with judicial functio

cheapside
pageants and sports

a busy market in medieval London and a place of